The Existential Cowboys first official release. All other music is now obsolete. 

Lyrics:
I bought some 1 ply toilet roll
and now i've got shit underneath
my finger nails (whoa ho ho)
and i can't breath (I might have asthma)
in these arseless chaps I ride    

What is for breakfast?
What is for breakfast?
What is for breakfast?
What is for breakfast?

Beans, Beans, Beans, Beans...

Maybe a little fried bread 
would be quite nice
I can take it or leave it
If it's on offer (don't even like it that much)  
I might buy some cheese
margerine, margerine 

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey arseless chaps

The Existential Cowboys - Arseless Chaps

When you wake up at a mates house you should always (if possible) follow this advice.

Existential Cowboys - Wake Up, Fry Up, Skin Up, Fuck Off

Dedicated to Cyrus from Trailer Park Boys. A balls to the wall absurdist little blues number straight from the fiery chasms of our imaginations. The melody for the song was actually written after studying animal entrails to divine the future.

Existential Cowboys - Safety, always Off

Another gem squeezed from the arse of the cowboys this week. Could this be the worlds first cowbell/reverse cowbell double solo break down?